Ronald LaTour - Levels lyrics

[Intro] See, it's brackets, n***a Them hoes ain't f**in' you ‘Cause you ain't in that bracket, n***a Learn life, it's levels to this sh**, young boy Aye, O, you feel me? [Hook] Lil n***a, we don't rock the same clothes f** the same hoes, ‘cause it's levels to this sh** Lil n***a, we don't drive the same whips We don't f** the same chicks, ‘cause it's levels to this sh** Lil n***a, we don't get the same paper You a motherf**in' hater, boy, it's levels to this sh** Lil n***a, ‘cause it's levels to this sh** Lil n***a, ‘cause it's levels to this sh**—oh Lord! [Verse 1] ‘Cause it's levels to this sh**, levels to this sh** Can't f** my ho, ‘cause it's levels to this b**h And I be rockin' Prada like a devil in this b**h And a Birkin bag like a gold medal to this b**h And I'm heavy as it get Shinin' like a motherf**in' bezel on my wrist All my n***as mobbin' so we heavy in this b**h 30 grand for the Muller, that's a Chevy on my wrist Woo! Cocaine Mulsanne Young n***a blowin' up; Kurt Cobain—boom! Skatin' on them like I'm Lil Wayne And this 458 don't do the lil lane—vroom! Swerve on 'em, n***as gotta nerve on 'em ‘Cause I heard the feds got him and he had them birds on him But a n***a back home and now n***as roll with him Caught a case, what you think? n***a f**in' told on him I ain't get my sh** snatched yet You ain't get your b**h back yet One call, n***as aim that TEC Blood drawn, headshot, n***a brains on step Hot sh** if you pop sh** And I don't want your opinion if you ain't got sh** We young n***as, we winnin', I pull up, drop sh** Mob sh**, with more keys than a locksmith [Hook] Lil n***a, we don't rock the same clothes f** the same hoes, ‘cause it's levels to this sh** Lil n***a, we don't drive the same whips We don't f** the same chicks, ‘cause it's levels to this sh** Lil n***a, we don't get the same paper You a motherf**in' hater, boy, it's levels to this sh** Lil n***a, ‘cause it's levels to this sh** Lil n***a, ‘cause it's levels to this sh**—oh Lord! [Verse 2] Damn, Tommy, you ain't got no job! DC, we the motherf**in' mob Young n***a gettin' straight to the money In a Range with your honey, I pull up, like, "Ahh!" I make them power moves with Jay and them Them boys shootin', don't play with them Maybach, Rozay and them Rollin' down Collins, call Rugs, hit the A with them Compound n***as live now If it's the finals I'm ballin' like I'm LeBron now I call up Onyx and tell them b**hes to calm down I treat the jet like a taxi the way I'm flyin' round And I don't f** with no n***as If they don't f** with my n***as And I ain't f**in' no b**hes, if they f**in' my n***as [Hook] Lil n***a, we don't rock the same clothes f** the same hoes, ‘cause it's levels to this sh** Lil n***a, we don't drive the same whips We don't f** the same chicks, ‘cause it's levels to this sh** Lil n***a, we don't get the same paper You a motherf**in' hater, boy, it's levels to this sh** Lil n***a, ‘cause it's levels to this sh** Lil n***a, ‘cause it's levels to this sh**—oh Lord! [Verse 3] One time for the real n***as Two times for the bad b**hes Y'all s**as be cuffin' hoes ‘Cause y'all s**as never had b**hes I hit the dealer, bought another Rolls That's the reason why you mad, n***a? That's the reason why you hatin' on me? I love ballin'—my bad, n***a ‘Cause it's levels to this sh**, levels to this sh** Can't f** my ho, ‘cause it's levels to this b**h ‘Cause it's levels to this b**h And a Birkin bag like a gold medal to this b**h Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, hold up! [Hook] Lil n***a, we don't rock the same clothes f** the same hoes, ‘cause it's levels to this sh** Lil n***a, we don't drive the same whips We don't f** the same chicks, ‘cause it's levels to this sh** Lil n***a, we don't get the same paper You a motherf**in' hater, boy, it's levels to this sh** Lil n***a, ‘cause it's levels to this sh** Lil n***a, ‘cause it's levels to this sh**—oh Lord!